Anya came from work. The mood was elevated, one might even say peaked in the plus sign. Today she was promoted and she needed to go to the main office in a few days. Now she will work there. She really wanted to share with someone, but unfortunately it was not with anyone. Parents went abroad and turned off the phones there, so as not to waste money on communication, the girlfriends are also resting somewhere.

The girl went to the store bought a fruit and a bottle of red wine. She always preferred white semi-sweet, but today she took something else. Red poppies on the label just pulled and she decided that it was a sign and believed her instincts.

Anya gave herself a mini holiday dinner. Turned on the pleasant music and drank more than half a bottle, seizing grapes and candy. After so much alcohol, the girl fell asleep right on the couch.

She ended up in a light short sundress on a field with poppies. Petals developed in the wind and it seemed that they were whispering about something. The girl took a few steps and froze. It seemed to her that one flower leaned toward her and reached for her. She touched the delicate petals and light energy passed over her hand.

“Help me,” she heard. It seemed to her that it was shouting a flower, but she still looked around and looked for someone who could say that. There was nobody around. Anya turned back to the flower and everything was gone.

The girl opened her eyes. A huge moon was shining through the window, and it was 2 am on the clock. She never slept so calmly. Anya decided that it was the uncomfortable sofa that was not suitable for sweet dreams.

The girl went into the bedroom and fell on the bed. However, she did not want to sleep, she craved for something completely different. Anya remembered how in a dream her feet caressed the petals of poppies and the girl wanted the same attention to give her a flower. She stretched her hand down and lightly ran her fingers over her pussy, but did not touch the clitoris. She began to lightly drive a finger, avoiding the burning bump. Excitement increased and already wanted not just caresses, but sex, and moreover passionate, not slow and gentle.

One finger has already penetrated her womb. It was humid and hot. However, the finger was not enough, not enough filling. She noticed on the bedside table the fruits that she had mechanically seized from the living room. Why did she do it, the girl did not understand, but now it was, that is necessary. Anya picked and peeled a banana. The tip of the cool fruit began to examine the pussy. The heat of excitement and the coolness of a banana combined and created indescribable sensations.

Meanwhile, the tip of the banana fell into the cave and began to deepen. The girl fidgeted and curved from the pleasure she received. The girl began to accelerate the movement of a banana and stimulate the clitoris with the second hand. A pair of movements and the strongest orgasm covered her head. Cramp went through the whole body. The banana could not stand such actions and broke. However, the girl did not stop and continued to caress her clitoris. Her bud is already swollen. The girl fingered her fingers, let her small lips between them and stroked her clit with pressure. The second wave of orgasm covered her and the girl fell exhausted.

A slice of banana was still inside the pussy. The girl put a lot of effort until he got out of it. Only after that Anya fell asleep from fatigue.

The morning was too heavy for her. She could not wake up, and thoughts of an unfamiliar guy tormented her. "I urgently need a man" - she decided for herself and wrote off all yesterday's events for a long loneliness.

At work, everything was as usual, apart from the fact that she needed to train, or rather keep up to date, a new employee who would replace her. The young man appeared almost at the end of the day.

- Hello - he said hello - My name is Anton Nikolaevich, but you can call me just by name.

The girl shuddered in surprise.Something flashed in my chest from that name. Anya looked up from the papers. Before her was not a tall man, about her age, or maybe a little older. His appearance was too well maintained, straight office plankton of high order. She didn’t really like them. Self-confident, but worthless in reality.

She always preferred men, with some devilry, who were not afraid to appear with a slight mess in her hair or with the button of her collar unbuttoned or stubble, but so noble. The same stood with sleek hair, with tightly buttoned buttons, not only on the shirt, but also on the jacket. Anne was even disgusted by his appearance. However, he had a pretty face that softened her impression of him a little.

- Anna Sergeyevna, but you can just call me Anna Sergeyevna - she slightly mimicked him - you were late, I was waiting for you four hours ago. For your position this is unacceptable.

The girl immediately reprimanded him as her subordinate, not the receiver. The man stood and looked at her as self-confidently. He, it seemed to her, was studying more breasts in the neck of her blouse, than listening to her words.

- Anton Nikolaevich - the girl stood up, giving him a place - here are the folders with clients, here with partners, this is a list of completed orders ...

She leaned over the computer and drove the mouse from folder to folder, showing everything he needed to know. While Anya spoke, she noticed that his glance more often slipped into her neckline. The chest in this position was visible even more. His hands on the armrests of an office chair often touched her hips. She moved away several times, but then decided to quickly tell him everything and go home.

All employees have already said goodbye and dispersed, while she introduced a new employee in the course of the matter.

- Well, Anton Nikolaevich, do you understand everything? - she straightened.

- Yes, Anna Sergeyevna, everything is perfectly disbanded in you, even a first grader would understand.

- Well then, good luck with your work in a new place. If you have any questions, I'll be in the office tomorrow. And goodbye for today, I have to go.

The girl got up and already wanted to leave, collecting some things in her purse.

- Anna Sergeyevna, can we drink a glass, so to speak, note my appointment? - He said, coming to her.

Anya wanted to refuse at first, but decided to somehow dilute her loneliness, even with such a dude like Anton.

- Good and where will we go? - She asked.

- And why go somewhere, I have everything with me - he opened his diplomat and took out a bottle of brandy and chocolate.

“Yeah modestly. But he also miser ”thought the girl, looking at the not very expensive cognac and simple chocolate.

- Well, you can here - going to the sofa for guests, said the girl.

Anton removed all the magazines from the table and put two piles, a bottle and unwrapped chocolate. Anya got drunk from cheap brandy instantly, and Anton was already stroking her knees, penetrating and lifting her skirt a little.

"As primitive," she thought, but did not dismiss him.

Anton, not seeing the protest, decided to act decisively. The guy leaned over and began to kiss her neck, moving to his lips. One hand has already lifted her skirt and stroked her hips, while the other has penetrated under her blouse and stroked her chest, through a lace bra, sometimes squeezing it a little. She was wearing some sort of cologne, from which the girl was nauseous.

“Let's drink some more,” she abruptly pulled away. Easy drunkenness was not enough to endure his harassment.

Knocking over some more glasses, the girl completely relaxed and gave herself to his hands. Her skirt was already hanging around her waist. His hands stretched and unbuttoned her blouse, completely revealing an elastic chest, slightly hidden behind a lace bra. Anton leaned over and began to kiss and bite her nipples right through the lace.

The girl leaned back, arching his chest, so that the guy was more comfortable and tried to relax and enjoy the caresses.

His hands began to wander all over his body, and with his teeth he pushed off the weightless lace and bare one nipple. Anton first looked at him, and then he dug his lips into the hardening brown hillock.The right hand slid down and snuck under the same almost weightless panties ....